Brisbane in 6 Hours
Contrary to its nature, hunger fuels me.
It has been around 30 hours since I last ate and it feels good. It makes me more…alert. Perhaps it is my carnivorous nature, but after feeding I feel slow. Actually, that is probably because I feast until I am bloated… Thus, the Guild.
Eyes keen and belly a-grumble, I set about the city of Brisbane. Cash, liberated! Town Hall, observed! Brisbane Museum, memorised! I am a whirring machine of cultural exploration, unstopped in my quest to devour local knowledge.
Speaking of devouring, I really should eat something at some point. But first, I must find an internet so I can book somewhere to stay tonight. The way today is going, I’ll probably find myself on the streets. Again. (It would be the first time in Australia, at least).
Brisbane yields no Wifi. I stamp its centre many times over and, eventually, resign myself to beef lasagna. It is a bad meal and it makes me feel bad, but I eat until I feel ill. Thus, the Guild.
The feasting also gives me time to formulate a new plan of adventure. One that involves spending a ton of cash…but might undo some of the damage I caused by fleeing Cairns too early.
It may slow me down, but being full comforts me momentarily.
Now. To find some fucking Wifi.
Starbucks. Have I already sunk so low?
Very well.
Maybe the internet will reveal the location of a rock bar.
Apr 15, 2013 at 11:31 AM /
hope you make it to beautiful byron 🙂